I remember her from 7th grade.
Glasses, light skinned, sitting two seats back.
I heard my name whispered
So I turned as if I was called,
but was greeted not with smiles but snickers.
Facing forward I heard the whispers.
"Him? Illllllllll! He's busted."
"Look at his hair.”
“Homemade haircut and high-waters."
I remember her from 8th grade,
tall, dark skinned, slightly chinky eyes.
"Hey, you know who u remind me of? Harpo."
“Who's that,” I asked.
"The ugly kid from The Color Purple."
I remember her from college.
Dark skinned, long hair, long chin.
My crush for her was deep but feelings unrequited.
"Sorry, I don't like guys with dreads."
Okay, I understand, but why do you three months later have a crush on Steve?
Taller, darker brother with locks just as long as mine?
Oh, I see,
He's locked in, while I’m simply dreadful.
I remember them,
But as I've gotten older I've also remembered this...
The sweet empowering voices
Whose words ring out like the school bell on the last day of class
Your lips are so sexy
Your eyes are powerful
Your skin is so smooth
Your hair looks beautiful
Your hands are so gentle
Your personality is so sweet
I remember them
***NOTE: The above pic is not me.